Last nightI took a walk into the back of my mindThrough the trash and the warning signsThere was a party full of jokes and clich'sI couldn't think of anything to sayAnd so I slipped into the men's room thereI saw my hair a way it's never been before

I took the stairs from my head to my heartI didn't know they were so far apartThe heart is like a little chapel somewhere,The pretty lights and the empty chairsBut I'm gonna bring a broom next timeI'll sweep out all the broken strings I find

She walks me down to my private trainAnd lays me down in my sleeping carShe keeps my elephant out of the rainAnd sees to the care of my vintage carsShe is the blood of my lifeWithout her I would starve

Who you gonna run to?Who you gonna hide behind?Who you gonna turn toWhen there's nobody home but you?

What's a father to doWith all theses school-less injunsRunning in circles around the wagonsWhat's a father to doWith all these monster debtsAround my neckOn a sad sun deckOh, my children, the times are jadedThe simple life is complicatedOh, my children

Now if the dark of the nightArrives in the middle of the dayI'm gonna say my prayerFor sweetness and light,Gonna fix myself a Coke,And hope it's alright

If the bat-winged beast sweep downFor a feast on meI'm gonna pin my soulTo a hot-air balloonGonna make it popAnd shoot me to the moon

Now you've had another piece of my mind,A cup of coffee and a slice of timeIf you'll excuse me I should say goodbyeI gotta go now.